The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

"die!"

The man in black suddenly leaped to his feet and roared to the sky.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there was no trace of reason left in his pupils.

The muscle tissue around the wound is writhing and proliferating violently.

It looks as if countless tiny worms are crawling under the skin, trying to stitch the torn flesh back together.

Thick plumes of white steam continuously rose from the top of his head and from the pores of his entire body, enveloping him completely.

From a distance, it looks like a living person just pulled out of a steamer.

"This is the Blood Burning Pill? Such a wondrous elixir exists in this world?"

Jiang Shaosheng, perched on a tree branch, couldn't help but marvel.

He had only seen similar descriptions in some fantasy novels before.

By burning their own essence and blood, they gain temporary and powerful strength.

Now that he has witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he truly understands its eeriness and shock.

This was beyond his understanding of martial arts; it was more like a sinister and forbidden technique.

Manager Qian's usually smiling face now looked extremely serious.

He didn't say a word, but silently took a few steps back, leaving the open space entirely to Old Zhao.

No emotion could be seen in Zhao Laokutou's cloudy old eyes.

He simply stood there quietly, looking at the monster before him that could no longer be called human.

Its withered body exuded an aura of profound stillness and towering grandeur, like a mountain that remained steadfast despite wind and rain.

The man in black roared and then made the first move.

His movements were as fast as an arrow released from a bow. The ground beneath his feet was stomped into a shallow pit the instant he exerted his strength, and gravel flew everywhere.

He didn't use any moves; he just charged straight at Old Zhao.

Old Zhao did not choose to confront them head-on.

His body was like a weightless leaf, and with a slight sway to the left, he narrowly avoided the man in black's thunderous charge.

The man in black missed his target, and the immense momentum sent him staggering forward several steps before crashing heavily into the cave wall.

He smashed through the hard stone wall, creating a spiderweb-like crack, and rubble rolled down.

He, however, turned around slowly as if nothing had happened, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Zhao Laokutou once again.

A bloody gash appeared on his head, and blood flowed down his forehead, mixing with his red face, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

"That's interesting."

Old Zhao finally spoke.

"Having power but lacking discipline is nothing more than a wild beast."

"I'll kill you!"

The man in black let out a muffled roar and lunged forward again.

This time, his attack was even more frantic than before.

He pounded Zhao Laokutou's head with his fists without any strategy.

Each punch was accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, and the force of the punches grazed the stone wall, even leaving a shallow white mark.

Amidst the fierce and relentless attacks, Zhao Laokutou's figure was like a small boat bobbing up and down in the raging waves.

He would sometimes sidestep, sometimes step low, sometimes retreat, and sometimes advance, always managing to dodge the fatal punch at the last second.

His steps may seem slow, but he always manages to appear in the safest position at just the right time.

Jiang Shaosheng was dazzled by what he saw from the tree.

This was no longer a battle he could comprehend.

The man in black's strength and speed had completely exceeded his understanding of the limits of human beings.

Every dodge by Old Zhao was precise to the millimeter; a fraction more would be superfluous, a fraction less would be fatal.

This requires an incredibly sharp eye, experience, and a keen sense of timing!

Jiang Shaosheng asked himself honestly, if it were him facing such an attack from the man in black, he probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single blow and would be beaten into a pulp on the spot.

He suddenly remembered what Hong Pu had mentioned to him: listening to Master Miao Qingfeng of Huaitang's "listening to the bridge and asking about its strength".

Perhaps, what Old Zhao is using now is a similar or even more sophisticated skill.

He can sense the direction of his opponent's force in advance, thus making the most accurate predictions.

Just then, Zhao Laokutou, who had been dodging and weaving, finally launched a counterattack.

The instant the man in black missed his punch, Old Zhao suddenly ducked down and lunged forward, his withered hand cleverly landing on the man in black's abdomen.

This palm strike looked incredibly light.

However, the man in black stumbled back seven or eight steps.

He looked down at his lower abdomen in disbelief.

There was only a faint palm print there.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, splattering onto the ground in a flamboyant pattern.

Zhao Laokutou landed a successful blow, but did not pursue. Instead, he widened the distance again, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He looked down at his palm; his withered hand was trembling slightly.

Jiang Shaosheng could see clearly that Old Zhao's hand was fine.

But he knew that the palm strike just now was definitely not as easy as it looked.

After the man in black took that strange pill, his physical strength reached a terrifying level. If he took a palm strike directly, Old Man Zhao would definitely suffer a huge recoil force.

The man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and charged forward again like a madman.

This time, his offensive was even more frenzied, a style of fighting that was entirely about trading injury for injury and risking one's life.

Zhao Laokutou stopped dodging and instead lowered his body, spreading his arms like an old crane with outstretched wings, and engaged in a fierce battle with the crazed beast.

For a time, the sounds of fists and palms clashing filled the cave, and a strong wind swept through, carrying sand and stones.

The man in black seemed tireless and painless. Even when struck by Zhao Laokutou's palm strike, he only swayed slightly, but his attack became even more ferocious.

Old Zhao, on the other hand, confined his movement space to a mere three feet around his body.

His feet seemed rooted to the ground, while his upper body was as supple as a willow branch swaying in the wind.

As the man in black's powerful fist came crashing down, he turned to the side and guided his hand, letting the force, strong enough to split rocks, glide past the hem of his clothes.

Then, his arm would move like a slippery venomous snake, coiling up the opponent's arm, slapping, striking, or pecking, always managing to hit the weak points in the opponent's power flow.

This is an extremely clever method of deflecting force and using someone else's force against them.

Jiang Shaosheng watched the scene from the tree, completely absorbed.

This is no longer a simple contest of moves, but the ultimate expression of understanding and application of "energy".

The man in black possessed a fierce, relentless, and unstoppable force.

Old Zhao's energy, on the other hand, is a harmonious, continuous, and ever-renewing vitality.

He used his vitality to constantly dissolve, guide, and destroy the opponent's dead energy, just like using a stream to smooth out a stubborn rock.

Another sound of fists colliding.

The man in black threw a powerful swing punch, which was caught by Old Zhao with both palms.

The ground beneath Zhao Laokutou's feet cracked inch by inch, but he only slid back half a foot before regaining his balance.

His arms vibrated rapidly at an extremely subtle frequency, breaking down the violent power layer by layer and finally channeling it into the ground beneath his feet.

"Impressive skills!"

Manager Qian, who had been silently watching the game, couldn't help but murmur a word of praise.

His eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the battle, seemingly assessing something.

"However, the effects of this medicine seem a bit off."

He stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Ordinary Blood Burning Pills, though powerful, cannot last this long, let alone reset broken bones."

"Where did Lian Qi get this weird stuff from?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shaosheng's heart stirred.

It seems that Manager Qian was not entirely ignorant about this kind of pill; however, the effect of the one the man in black took exceeded his expectations.

This also indirectly confirms that the mastermind behind the scenes, Lian Qi, probably has a more mysterious and powerful background than imagined.

Just then, Jiang Shaosheng suddenly felt a slight heat on the panel in his mind.

He focused his attention and saw that the progress bar for unlocking the [Divine Tree] had moved forward a little more without him noticing.

[Unlock Progress: 20%]

Jiang Shaosheng was taken aback.

Immediately, a cool and warm sensation came from the tree and then flowed down my arm and throughout my body.

His internal organs, which had been aching from the severe injury inflicted by the leopard, felt much better after being soothed by this cool energy.

This tree is truly a treasure!

Jiang Shaosheng felt much more at ease and became even more careful to conceal his presence, while also diverting some of his attention to continue monitoring the changes on the control panel.

beat!

Keep fighting!

The more intense the fight, the better!

He now doesn't want the battle to end so quickly.

If the progress bar reaches 100%, I wonder if it can help him escape this inexplicable chess game.

He thought to himself.